Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 67: Shall I Avenge You?

Staring out into the flower garden from the balcony of his manor, Yan Wuhen let his gaze drift upward, taking in the scattered stars across the clear night sky.

The wind stirred his hair. His breathing was calm. A smoke pipe rested between his lips.

Yet his brow was faintly creased with displeasure and impatience.

With a flick of his wrist, the spirit mate chain materialized, coiling faintly around his skin.

"Your pet isn’t back yet?" a familiar voice drawled behind him, mockery lacing every word.

Wuhen scoffed and turned. Qinghe stepped forward to stand beside him, her sharp red gold fox eyes flicking toward the chain.

"Where do you think he is?" she continued. "Aren’t you tempted to go search for him? And Leave bodies in your wake?"

Wuhen pulled the pipe from his lips, exhaling a thin stream of smoke before glancing at her.

"Should I?"

Qinghe rolled her eyes. "You know exactly where he is."

"Not really," Wuhen replied, returning the pipe to his mouth. "But he is angry with me. I don’t intend to provoke him further."

She snorted. "You really like him. Lanyin told me his core has been repaired. How did that happen?"

Wuhen grimaced. "Shouldn’t you be focusing on healing? You only just woke up, and you’re already meddling in my personal affairs."

Qinghe raised a brow. "Did you just say personal?"

Wuhen clicked his tongue. "I should knock you out again. Things were far quieter when you were unconscious. No one was judging me."

Qinghe’s expression darkened. "Lan Meishan," she said flatly. "His wild side is real. Not just rumors. Not just stories."

Their gazes locked.

Wuhen slowly removed the pipe, turning it idly between his fingers.

Qinghe had woken at noon, yet he hadn’t gone to see her. He had let Tu Lanyin handle her care, choosing instead to wait. If she had something to say, she could come to him.

Finally, he drew in a deep breath, smoke spilling from his lips and nose as his voice lowered. "What happened?"

Qinghe’s expression turned solemn.

"It was Lan Shiyu and Lan Meishan," she said quietly. "I found Lan Shiyu first."

She scoffed, a grim, almost proud smile curling her lips. "I beat the bastard into a pulp. Then Lan Meishan appeared."

Wuhen’s ears twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

"He didn’t attack," Qinghe continued. "He just stood there, watching. Lan Shiyu begged him... to save him from me. But Lan Meishan didn’t move."

Her fingers curled slowly.

"Not until Lan Shiyu shoved a sword straight through his heart."

Wuhen’s red-gold fox eyes gleamed. Surprise flickering, quickly replaced by sharp interest. "Hm."

The wind swept through Qinghe’s crimson hair as she turned away, her nine tails swaying in slow, synchronized arcs.

"I thought he was dead," she said. "I let my guard down. Then he pulled the sword out... and laughed. Completely unhinged."

Her jaw tightened.

"I didn’t even last five minutes after that. He knocked me out. The last thing I remember is lying in the snow, barely breathing and Lan Shiyu digging his fangs into my shoulder."

She glanced back at Wuhen. "Lan Shiyu is cultivating demon qi alongside his beast qi but it’s unstable."

A cold smile touched her lips. "I could still beat him."

"They were there for Yu Feixue’s head," Wuhen said calmly, turning his gaze back toward the now starless sky.

Qinghe stiffened. "We should tell Father about the Lans."

"No." Wuhen shook his head.

She frowned. "No?"

"Let him figure it out," he said evenly. "We do not want a war, Qinghe."

Her eyes flashed. "We don’t want a war? They nearly killed me. I understand you’re the clan heir, the future Beast King, but we’re in the same cultivation realm. I have just as much right to speak as you do."

Wuhen turned sharply to face her.

"I never said you didn’t," His voice remained calm, but it carried weight. "I’m looking at the larger picture."

He exhaled slowly. "If we tell Father now, he will start a war. And we don’t even know what we’re dealing with."

He met her gaze fully. "Demon qi mixed with beast qi. You said it yourself. Despite that, you still defeated Lan Shiyu. But Lan Meishan isn’t cultivating demon qi."

His eyes darkened."And Lan Shiyu created a massive creature that destroyed half of Sunland, Qinghe. We don’t know the limits. We don’t know the source. We don’t know the cost."

He turned away again. "There are too many unanswered questions. Let Father work with the information I’ve already given him."

"He won’t figure anything out if you don’t tell him about the Lans," Qinghe said with a frown.

Wuhen sighed. "Fine. If you want to tell him, you can. I won’t stop you. After all... you suffered greatly."

Qinghe’s expression softened. She stepped closer and carefully took his hand. "I’m alive, brother."

"You are." Wuhen’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile.

She released his hand and tilted her head thoughtfully. "Maybe I should go and thank Lan Meishan personally. How ironic. He was the one who knocked me out, yet he’s also the reason I’m still alive."

With effortless grace, she hopped onto the wooden railing, balancing easily.

"He’s adorable, you know. His calm side." Her tails swayed lazily behind her. "But that wild side..."

Wuhen shot her a curious look.

Qinghe narrowed her eyes. "What are you planning, Wuhen?"

He immediately raised his hands, as if caught red-handed. "What did I do?"

"You have that cunning light in your eyes," she said flatly. "You’re interested in Lan Meishan’s wild side."

"I’m not," Wuhen replied at once. "I’ve only heard about it in stories. Finding out it’s real doesn’t mean I’m interested."

Qinghe gave him a dull look. "He almost killed me."

"Shall I avenge you?" Wuhen asked lightly.

She went quiet, genuinely considering it.

"Lan Shiyu," she said at last. "I want Shiyu dead. I want you to bring me his heart."

Wuhen blinked. Then he laughed softly. "I haven’t brought you an enemy’s heart since we were eighteen."

His eyes practically sparkled as he bowed exaggeratedly. "I will bring his heart to you, oh great Qinghe."

She actually laughed.

Straightening, Wuhen tilted his head. "But why don’t you want Lan Meishan dead?"

"I’m not stupid," Qinghe said, crossing her arms. "I understand what you mean. We don’t know what’s really happening yet. Let’s wait on Father." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Wuhen nodded slowly. "It won’t stay quiet for long. They’re experimenting everywhere. Sooner or later, it’ll draw attention and then we strike."

His voice cooled. "And if I have to, I’ll kill Lan Meishan."

Qinghe nodded once. "What about your pet? I heard he was the one who brought him to heal me. Are they acquainted?"

Wuhen shrugged. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" she echoed, unimpressed.

"Yue’er invited me to dinner," Wuhen said casually, already turning away. "Will you come with me?"

"No."

"Your loss," he replied and the next moment, he was gone.